Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The felt curtain was lowered, and a candlelight flickered.

Yaoying followed behind Tamaraga and walked in: "What does the mage want to say to me?"

Tamara Gha's figure condensed, and suddenly stopped.

Yaoying almost stepped on his cassock, stopped quickly and raised her head.

He looked back at her, his eyes fell on her face with deep blue eyes.

"Bi Suo is still in the guard at Pancha Temple. The princess will settle down. When it's dawn, Yuanjue will send you back."

Yaoying was a little surprised. Tamara Gha left her just because she was worried that there would be gangsters lurking in the temple?

A few days ago, he deliberately showed weakness, and there was a mixture of fish and dragons outside the temple that would allow people to sneak into the temple. Now he has cleared the court and gathered military power. No one dares to peep into the temple anymore. Martial law is everywhere in the city and it should be fine.

Yaoying thought that Tamaraga left her because she wanted to discuss with her about the defense of Beirong.

She warmed her heart and smiled, "Then I'm going to disturb the mage again tonight."

Tan Moroga made no sound, opened the tent, and walked in.

Yaoying didn't follow in. She found the quilt outside, found an inconspicuous corner seat, and sat down cross-legged holding the quilt. There are no tall beds in or out of the Zen room, only low couches and blankets on the floor. She slept on the carpet last night.

She slept for too long yesterday. She didn't feel sleepy right now. She took out the pen and paper, spread the paper, and looked closely at the candlelight.

The brocade tent shook lightly, and a corner of the hem of the snow-white robe flashed in the shadow of the candle.

Yaoying held the paper and raised her face.

Tan Moroga stood in front of her, her eyes drooping, her eyelashes were black, the candlelight was faint, and a long shadow was reflected on the ground.

Yaoying couldn't see the look on his face, rubbed her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Am I arguing with the mage?"

The corners of her eyes were reddish, like a bright rouge. She didn't smile, her eyebrows and her eyes still gave people a smile. The hazy candlelight shone on her face, vaguely charming, but her eyes were clear and clear.

Tamaragya glanced at the quilt rolled up next to him.

Yaoying followed his gaze, patted the quilt, and said, "I just need to sleep here."

She has slept in tents, carriages, sandy grounds, caves, woods, everything, and doesn't care where she sleeps.

Tamara Gha leaned over and removed the candlestick.

The only light source was taken away by him, Yaoying was taken aback for a moment, and she had to follow her.

Tamaraga walked into the inner room, put the candlestick on the low table beside a couch behind the screen, and said, "I have never slept on this couch before. The princess can set it up here."

There are several layers of Persian brocade on the low couch. The quilt is full of pillows, flat and neat, without a trace of wrinkles, it is indeed the appearance that no one has slept.

Yaoying thanked him, and when he turned around, she was about to leave. After thinking about it, she asked, "Can I borrow the pen and ink utensils from the magi's bookcase?"

She was afraid of accidentally messing up his book or accidentally seeing something she shouldn't see. She didn't dare to touch the things in the Zen room during the day, so she asked Bamier for help with paper and pen.

Tamara Gha turned her back, nodded, and said, "The furnishings in the room, the princess can use at will, if anything is missing, let someone send it."

He went out, and the golden tent fell down, separating the inner and outer spaces.

Yaoying walked to the book case of Tamaraga, picked a pen, sat cross-legged, and wrote and painted on the paper with light movements.

This time, Tamaragarh rectified the four armies and did not allow Sultan Gu to show up. There must be his consideration. He and Wakhan Khan are old opponents. Only he knows how to get Wakhan Khan to take the bait step by step.

From her instigation of Wakhan Khan and Haidu Aling, to the killing of the brothers of Haidu Aling and Jinbo, to the ambush of Wahhan Khan to lure the royal court to send troops, and now the missions of various countries have witnessed him personally gather the power... …The game between him and Wakhan Khan has been going on.

All she has to do is to wait patiently and look for opportunities.

Yaoying thought silently in her heart, drew one map after another, but was still dissatisfied.

With a light slap, a wisp of green smoke rose up, the candle flame went out, and the inside fell into darkness.

Yaoying regained her consciousness, rubbed her fingers, packed up the paper, and tiptoed back to the bed, opened the tent and looked out.

The outside is black and dark, and the light is dim. Tamara Gya sits in front of the long table, closing his eyes and meditating, his figure resembles a Buddha statue, and the wind does not move.

Does the monk sleep like this at night?

Yaoying muttered in her heart, lay down and closed her eyes.

After falling asleep for a while, she turned over, feeling a line of sight condensed on her body in a dazed manner, a spirit in her dream, and she woke up.

On the scaffolding, a pair of eyes glowing in the dark stared at her faintly.

A shudder rolled across Yaoying's body, and she immediately realized that it was the goshawk Garuda raised by the Buddha. She couldn't help laughing, closing her eyes and going to sleep.

Still not asleep, there was a sound of flapping wings from the ears, the goshawk flew to the low couch, the sharp claws hooked and torn the quilt, and the bird's beak lightly pecked her arm.

Yaoying felt a little pain from being pecked, and sat up helplessly. The goshawk hooked her clothes, its wings flickered violently, as if to pull her up.

"Are you hungry? I feed you jerky?"

Goshawk remained unmoved and continued to peck Yaoying.

Yaoying was so disturbed that she couldn't fall asleep, she could only stand up, open the tent, and wanted to ask Tamaraga for help. She glanced over the place where he was meditating, shocked.

Tamaraga's body trembled slightly, sweating like rain, sweat on his face and neck, even half of his robes were soaked.

He doesn't look right.

Goshawk awakened her because of this?

Yaoying went barefoot to the ground and walked quickly to Tamaraga.

"Mage?"

She called him softly.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes tightly and did not respond.

Yaoying stretched out **** and gently touched his shoulder.

...

Tamara Gha is now in peace.

He committed the killing, went to the punishment hall to receive punishment, and suffered pain on his back, as if the needle was pierced into the bone, deep into the bone marrow.

He should be punished for making such a choice.

He had been accustomed to this kind of pain for a long time, and he didn't think so. From the Xingtang back to the Zen room, no one noticed his abnormality. Only when he suddenly saw the girl's charming face with a smile, he felt a moment of shock. .

He settled her down, read the scriptures silently, feeling that he seemed to be drifting away, his consciousness wandering, the spiritual platform was empty, and the boundless darkness engulfed him.

In the dark cell, a child wearing a gray monk's clothes stood in front of a wrinkled old man reciting the scriptures with a clear voice.

Tamara Gha recognized that he was his childhood.

Since he was born, he has been locked up in the Xing Hall. Master Boloriuzhi came to teach him the Dharma every day, telling him about the scenes of life outside in troubled times, and teaching him to use the Dharma to save the people in the war and save all living beings.

He could recite those scriptures after reading them once, and he could quickly master the words taught by the master. The monks in the temple came to test him for inquiries, and he responded fluently.

The monks said that he was early-witted, talented and virtuous, and he was bound to become a great tool of the generation of Shimen.

Master is ecstatic and has high hopes for him.

"Luo Jia, you are the monarch of the royal court, and the Buddha is reincarnated. You will surely calm the troubled times and save the toiling people displaced by the war!"

"Although the Zhang family is in control of the government, it is unable to control the situation. It only knows that levies and raids are unreasonable. The people only recognize the king of the Tanmo family. When you grow up to be in charge of politics, you can reform the paralysis and free the people from suffering."

"Roga, you have to practice the Dharma well and take care of politics as soon as possible!"

Tamaragarh devotes himself to practicing, earnestly learning how to be a qualified Buddha and monarch.

Zaohui's reputation spread, and the people began to hope that he would be pro-government soon. The family became angry from shame and tried their best to torture him, trying to completely defeat him.

The guards did not give him food, and he was dizzy with hunger, relying on books of Buddhist scriptures to survive the physical torment.

The soldier deliberately flogged the prisoner in a cell separated by a wall, and his screams were heard. He remembered the master's instructions and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures to drive away the fear.

At a young age, he recites scriptures, reads classics fluently, can export into chapters, and preach Buddhist scriptures.

The world admires and loves him, hoping that he will grow up quickly and lead them to live a peaceful and happy life.

However, when Zhang's family took him to the square and chopped off the heads of his relatives and men and women with one knife after another, he could only stand there, watching the people die one by one.

The tribe was frightened, knelt down and begged for mercy, trembling under the blood-stained knife.

"Fafa kindly, send a kind heart, let go of my child!"

"He is not as high as a wheel, kill me, let him go!"

"Show kindness..."

"Thousands of households spare your life, forgive me, I'll be a cow and a horse for you..."

"Please, don't kill my mother, don't kill my mother..."

The knife went up and down, the flesh and blood flew across, the begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and more screams and crying sounded, converging into one piece, echoing in the square for a long time.

Tamaraga stood among the fallen corpses on the ground, blood splattered all over his head and face, and viscous blood beads slowly dripped down the monk's clothes, ticking, ticking.

The tick sounded for a long, long time.

After a long time, all the begging for mercy stopped, and there was only a stump left in front of him.

The fresh lives disappeared before his eyes.

Chima's crying was hysterical, desolate and desperate.

She held him tightly, her fingers twitched, and yelled at him.

"Why didn't you cry? Why didn't you have a single tear?"

"You have been a monk since you were a child... you don't care about anything... you won't be sad..."

She hugged her dead relatives and wept loudly.

Tamara Gha was seriously ill. He was utterly unconscious during his illness. Countless demons and ghosts danced around him to celebrate, and the ghosts of his dead relatives screamed in pain in his ears.

He was sinking and struggling in the illness, as if he was in the gloomy Hell of A nose, his body was constantly torn, his flesh and bones were beaten mercilessly, and he was tortured.

The master sighed deeply, saying that at such a young age, he saw the death of his tribe with his own eyes, and was greatly stimulated. I was afraid that he already had a heart demon, and he could no longer be diligent in the Dharma in the future.

After he recovered from his illness, he picked up the Buddhist scriptures again and studied the scriptures.

The teacher cried with joy.

"Roga, you are able to pass this level, it is extraordinary! This is the Buddha's tempering on you. You are the reincarnation of Ananda. You should go through a series of hardships, so that you can be tenacious, cut off love, get rid of troubles, and enter Nirvana is the realization of Bodhi."

Tamaragarh is strong-willed and drives away the demons. As before, he believes in the Dharma and can finally save all living beings.

But there are things that Buddhism cannot do.

Buddhism can guide him to life and death, to go out of the three realms, to empirically extinguish the truth, and to leave him forever away from the suffering of the six reincarnations.

But Buddhism cannot let the wicked lay down the butcher knife, the scriptures cannot save his relatives, and the Sanskrit singing cannot save the people from fire and water.

The flames of war flew, the corpses spread across the field, the gunpowder was full of smoke, and the eyes were devastated.

The old and the weak are killed, people are like ants, and their names are like grass and mustards.

He is not only the son of Buddha, but also the monarch of the royal court.

If you can't hold real power, you can't stop the massacre.

In addition to studying Buddhism, he began to learn how to manage government affairs, how to mediate with aristocratic families, and how to speculate on people's minds.

The Pololiu branch kept secret, trained guards for him, selected a group of noble children, and also selected a group of slaves who were sold as livestock.

Bi Suo is one of them. He took the initiative to ask Boluo to stay as a teacher and vowed to be born and die for him.

They practiced martial arts diligently and became his most loyal soldiers.

Bololiuzhi was worried: "Only with us, we can't shake the family, Luo Jia, you grow up day by day, and they won't let you go."

"Even if you can pro-government, you can't regain power. You will be emptied and become a puppet for them to play with."

"You need a helper, a helper who can shock the family, take on all the killings for you, and be loyal to you forever. He must be ruthless, without relatives, no weaknesses, and no burdens."

"He must also have a high level of martial arts, no matter how many **** storms he encounters, he will be able to overcome danger and follow you firmly."

Bi Suo and Yuanjue asked curiously: "Is it like Master Saisanger's senior brother? He is the regent. He has been loyal to the royal family all his life and has worked hard for the king. In his lifetime, he is the most powerful in the royal court in a hundred years. warrior!"

There was a trace of melancholy across Pololiu's old face.

"Yes, just like General Saisan's."

Boloriuzhi told his students: "General Saisaner was practicing a secret technique that was passed down from generation to generation in the Royal Buddhist School. To become a super master, but the cultivator must be a person with a pure heart, and must have strong will and self-control. Otherwise, once the mood fluctuates, it is very easy to become a demon, be backlashed by the exercises, and become a cruel and cruel demon, so it has always been Those who practice this kind of exercise are all Buddhist disciples."

The young men are vying to learn the exercises, and they all want to become heroes like General Saisaner.

Pololius shook his head and sighed.

"From the beginning of the practice of this kind of exercise, you need to insist on taking pills to suppress the exercises. Each time you take the medicine, it is extremely harmful to your body. At the beginning, you only have weakness in your limbs, and slowly become more and more painful. The bones all over your body are like being crushed by an elephant. It was the same. Later, my legs were swollen and I gradually couldn't walk. In the end, it looked like a haggard, and the lamp was dry."

"After practicing this kind of exercise, you are doomed to die in the prime of life, do you still want to practice?"

The teenagers hesitated and nodded firmly.

For the Buddha, they are willing to practice!

Bololiuzhi began to teach the teenagers to practice exercises.

The exercises are too evil. The first few teenagers who learned the exercises for a few months lost their qi during one exercise, and there were faint signs of losing control.

Boroliu was afraid that they might learn something wrong, so he dared not let them continue to learn, and began to teach Bisuo and Karma.

The two were not suitable for practicing the Vajra exercises and couldn't bear it. The other few who learned first also slowly showed various symptoms of discomfort.

That day, a young man born as a slave secretly took an overdose of drugs in order to break through the exercises. The Qi orifices bleeds and almost died. Although he managed to save his life in the end, he became a useless person.

And the young man who is most suitable for practicing the exercises is impetuous. He almost killed his brother by mistake in a martial arts competition. After he was sober, he had no regrets. He just wanted to practice the exercises as soon as possible.

The Polorius was almost desperate.

Tan Moroga found him: "Master, you said that I have a good root, let me try."

Pololiuzhi was shocked: "No, you are a Buddha, a king, how can you practice this kind of exercise? After practicing this exercise, your life will be over! You study the Dharma well, don't worry about these things."

Tamara Gha looked at the young men who were earnestly practicing outside the prison, clasped their hands together and looked calm.

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

If the Bodhisattva's heart can only be achieved by means of thunderbolt, he is willing to bear all the karma and commit suicide.

Polo Liuzhi shook his whole body, stared at him for a long while, sighed, and tried to let him practice the exercises.

Three months later, Tamaragarh showed no signs of being affected by the exercises, and the pain after powdering the medicine, he was able to grit his teeth.

He is the most suitable regent.

Pololiu sighed long.

"Maybe this is God's will..."

...

After regaining the royal power, the Zhang family was punished.

Chima asked him to slay the Zhang family to an end. Don't let go of men, women, old and young, old and weak women and children of remote branches.

He refused.

The pain once inflicted on him is so severe that he will not retaliate against innocent people.

Chima cursed him disappointedly.

"Have you forgotten the people who died before your eyes? You don't care about the Tan Mo family at all! You are not worthy to be king!"

...

Tamara Gha never regretted his decision, so he rarely recalled the past over the years.

He watched when he was a teenager preventing Chima from chasing down innocent civilians, and turned away indifferently, letting her cry and curse behind him.

The illusion in front of me gradually faded.

There was a faint warm light in the darkness.

A soft call echoed in my ears.

"Mage?"

Tamara Gha opened his eyes.

The girl's anxious face leaned in front of him, his slender eyes reflected his sweaty face, she held a kerchief in her hand, and gently wiped the sweat from his eyebrows.

He held her hand and looked at her clear eyes.

"Where are you from?"

Yaoying was stunned, blinked her eyes, looked a little dazed, and said softly: "...from the country of Wei in the Central Plains."

Tamaraga stared at her for a long while, then let go of her hand.

Ten thousand miles, so far away, separated by vast deserts, majestic mountains and vast rivers.

Why did she come by his side.

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